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Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

Lin Chuan, a struggling writer, finally got his golden finger—the Career Life Experience System. Randomly experiencing a profession, after the experience is over, novels will be generated based on Lin Chuan's experiences. But Lin Chuan found that the professions he experienced were all too sketchy! Swindler, Assassin, Hacker, Touch Gold Captain... Corresponding novels were born: “Swindler,” “Hacker Kingdom,” “Touch Gold Notes,” and others came into existence. Before he knew it, his works became popular. Selected reader comments: “This book describes things too realistically, this is definitely an autobiography!” “With you confessing and me confessing, Mr. Lin will end up in prison sooner or later.” “Author Lin Chuan (×), Suspect Mr. Lin (√)” Unexpectedly, the reader's prophecy has come true! The police showed up, “We suspect you're involved in serious illegal and criminal activities!” Lin Chuan, “Huh?” The police, “The crimes in your novels, they're your actual deeds, right?” Lin Chuan's vision went dark. Done for, I've written myself into the station, but I'm really not a criminal suspect!!!!!!

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Chapter 127 Hasn't He Been Caught Enough? (Please Subscribe)

The night descended, and Anling Police Station stood quietly like a monument at one corner of the city.

The surrounding streets were empty and peaceful, the sound of speeding vehicles echoing in the night. In the police station building, each small window emitted a soft light, illuminating the darkness.

Anti-Fraud Center.

Lin Chuan was the key member in this case, and one could even say that he single-handedly orchestrated the arrest ceremony for the fraud team led by Liu Qing.

Another claw in the Old Street Factory District of the Myanmar area was ended by him in one fell swoop.

After Shen Qianqian finished interrogating Liu Qing and sorted out the details of the case, she came to the reception room feeling much relaxed.

In the reception room.

Under the gentle and warm yellow light, Lin Chuan leaned back on the comfortable leather sofa, holding his phone horizontally, his fingers tapping the screen.